- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
Posted by: fire_team_tango
Posted by: Dolorous
A blinding flash of light grabs your attention at first, then forces you to look away because of it's intensity, like a star fallen from the sky... When it strikes the ground before you, a dull rumble shakes the very ground beneath your feet. Presently, you behold a figure apparently wreathed in light, a stark contrast to the scorched ground beneath his feet. He erects himself, and opens his eyes, which burst forth from their dim recesses enflamed with the light of a distant star.... remote, yet piercing.
"I have not business with the rest of you. Where is Excommunicado?" he asks, in a tone that you feel compelled to obey without knowing why.
soon afterward a large fleet slowly hover down to the ground. From the largest ship blazed with name Arcangel, A large figure appears in a deep and powerful voice it states, "Dorlorous it is a pleasure to finally meet you in person." Then from the shadow of the ship a large man appears. He is wearing technologicly advance armor, but most of it is cover by a white cloak, on his back there is a large sword and on his belt there is a stunning pistol. Then he speaks again,"I am fire_team _tango. Leader of the planet nation of HUMPTOPIA. I fight for peace in this universe of war."
He then extend his hand,"So can I call you friend?"
If I am not correct, have we signed a non-aggression pact?
Every day, the air is tighter, and harder to breathe. The breeze weakly progresses through the trees, whispering nihilistic sentiments to the pallid leaves. The trees assume forboding positions, as to ward off any unwary travelers, avoiding any sort of association with the detached species.
Not uncommonly are tremors felt from the now tumultuous earth below, shaking the earth, rippling like molten iron.
The people carry an ill-demeanor from this unexplainable sickness, sinking into deep pits of lethargy.
Unaware of the war being fought in front of their very faces, humanity, disshevelled and clinging on to its last threads of hope, is deteriorating into apathy, and slowly dying.
All that is certain is that fate is shifting the sands of time... And a monumental change is yet to come.